May 4th we had to say goodbye to Lance.
My "handsome man" came to live with us over 6 years ago at the age of almost 6.
He turned 12 this Feb and has been losing some muscle mass and just on a downward decline.
He had what I think was a stroke, he seemed to recover but had bad balance and at 95 pounds, I couldn't carry him if needed.
I felt his quality of life had left, I was up many nights with him prior to the event.
I used an animal communicator and she said he was waiting for me to be okay with him leaving.
That was the little push I needed to know to decide it was time.
He had tons of treats: cheese, peanut butter and raw marrow bone, homemade jerky, lots of hugs and kisses.
So with my husband, and Jazzy (Jasmine) around him, our good friend, who is a vet tech, got the ok, and we did this at home where he was most comfortable.
I hugged and whispered in his ear, "Thanks for being part of my life" and he took his last breath and left us.
I miss him so, but but know I did right by him.
Miss ya big guy!